Apartment Above Dite's | Wednesday Morning

[begmetwice]

There were very few things Irene enjoyed more, truly, than a good, comfortable lie-in. Particularly one with company, of course, but that came with its own, 'sometimes the people we love have terrible habits and like getting out of bed promptly,' problems.

(And sometimes that just necessitated the formation of a compelling argument before caffeine, was all.)

Which was why, when Irene barely stirred into consciousness at the first tickle of sunlight this morning, she fairly immediately snuggled right into Amaya. Lazy morning time could be precious, cuddling could be resisted (though doing so in earnest seemed to be a thing of the distant past, for the most part), and arguments -- non-verbal ones, at least, in the form of curling her body into Amaya's and draping a leg to keep everyone snugged up -- needed to be made.

Of course, had she made a verbal argument for staying in bed all morning, it would have been immediately apparent that today was no ordinary Wednesday.

Surely that discovery would be incredibly welcome, and perfectly fine with everyone in this bed once it was made.

[for that gal who LOVES truth day!!!]

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[begmetwice]

"Well, yes, that part sounds very Amaya," she agreed, having to smile a little at the way that particular truth formed itself as a thought. "But -- this is also important, babes. You're important. I am, too."

We know, Irene.

"And we all muck things up in our own ways," she added. "I'm a bloody disaster when it comes to this stuff, I just hide it pretty well. But maybe if we know we're both trying not to muck it up, it'll...help?"

She looked a little pained, momentarily, because an errant thought about just how much of a disaster Irene was had drifted across her mind, and she needed all thoughts of him and I AM _ _ _ _ LOCKED and what she'd lost to stay obediently buried today, thank you.

[special_rabbit]

"If you're a disaster when it comes to this sort of thing," Amaya said, and this time, her snort built into a huff of a marveling, skeptical laugh, but it was...oddly reassuring, that realization that, impossible as it seemed, it wasn't as if Irene could be lying to her about it right now, "I don't even want to know what that makes me. Because you're wonderful."

Even the soft, almost awe way in which her tone shifted with the word betrayed any attempts to not sound too mushy about it, so enjoy this open display of gushing while you could, Adler, it was not likely to come out of her again any time soon after this!

[begmetwice]

You know what? Maybe truth day was her favorite, now. Because yeah, Irene fully expected a total lack of gushing -- quite possibly never another single utterance of any L-words, even -- on every other normal day hence.

Because that's the thing, right? She didn't actually fall in love with Truth Day Amaya, she fell in love with regular, stubborn, I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-what-even-is-a-feeling Amaya.

But it was still so nice to hear. So, so nice to hear.

"I wasn't always so wonderful," Irene told her, a faint, pleased pinkness creeping up her neck all the same. And that shouldn't have been a revelation, of course, but -- "Not just with the blackmail stuff, I mean. Bad girlfriend and all, right? But you're wonderful enough yourself to make good behavior worth it."

With, perhaps, an occasional spot of bad behavior, and that was probably Irene's cue to lean in for another kiss, right?